tales from an ordinary world

1999-07-19

It's another introspective rainy night as I head home on the tram. The seats are more or less full, so I stand in the unused doorway, making my eyes do weird things with the images I see of the road going past just outside. A girl sitting behind me, with her art supplies neatly stacked between her and the wall, is reading a book about "The Art of Loving" or somesuch. I wonder what she's learning ?

Nobody's home when I get there. Just the cd changer and some Cointreau to keep me company. Luna, then Pavement drift through the lounge. It's a quiet night. I wish someone were here, but I'm not really sure who.